Mad Max Creative Writing

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

Everybody was gone. Evacuated, they called it. The Pearl of Asia, a city once renowned the world over for its vibrant music and art scenes, along with its French-style architecture –now devoid of living souls. The city centre was only a corpse of its former self: the central market was completely unrecognisable; the surrounding houses now just piles of brick and wood. They said that we did not need cities, that we were corrupted by Western values. They would create a new society, free from the old ways of money and greed. The past five years had been quite abominable, so everybody hoped that this new government would finally bring peace.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

Diamond was so excited about her new furniture purchase that she could not sleep. She stayed awake all night trying to help her Aunties clean. She told her Auntie Mahogany about the 24-hour grocery store for food. Realizing that no one ate, Mahogany agreed to go grocery shopping and she wanted to locate a place to eat. Ebony agreed the Cascade/Camp Creek area had many nice places to eat that were conveniently located to the house for a quick meal. The following day, Ebony remained at the house to await the delivery of the furniture. Diamond begged to stay home, but she received instructions to go to school and be surprised when she came home. The company delivered the furniture as scheduled. The girls wanted to know what to do with the other items and Ebony requested that they place them in

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

Wielding his crudely-formed dirk, Alo vaulted over the rotting log at his feet, ran over a stretch of soggy leaves, and ducked behind the colossal tree that towered every other object on the island. At that moment, Alo heard a noise; a rustle; a crunch of a stack of leaves. In the distance, he spotted one of the many intruders out to decimate them, enjoying a meal beside another towering tree. Alo tiptoed towards him, as quiet as a cheetah advancing towards its next meal. As Alo approached the infiltrator, he raised his weapon, ready to neutralize his target. When the man finally realized his situation, he was defenseless; he pushed himself back against the large tree and begged for mercy, cowering in fear, just like an unlucky animal cornered

Beads of sweat trickled down my neck and onto the collar of my previously immaculate white show-shirt. It was a beautiful spring day for a horseshow, not a cloud speckled the sky, not too hot nor too cold. Yet, I was feeling feverish with the nerves that twisted inside my stomach. I knew I had failed even before the announcer could declare the results of my flat class. Fifteen horses with riders on their backs stood in a line waiting to hear who would claim the blue ribbon. Number after number was called, and I anxiously perched waiting on Rohan’s back to hear my number, 197. As the number of riders dwindled, the realization that I fell short with my performance crossed my mind again. When the last ribbon was handed out and I was left empty-handed my realization became reality. I patted Rohan’s neck and dismally exited the arena.

the highway, and some banging tunes to listen to along the way. I really enjoyed the fact of not

“ keep going, you can do this” my mom says as I take another step up the rigid cold mountain . I take step after step after step after step, until i get to dead inside from this boredom of climbing this stupid mountain.

"Well I'm certainly not putting that in my mouth. I can smell it from here. And it's a school night you bad influence." Buffy's nose scrunched at the smell of the beer in Spikes hand. At some point Buffy had let herself get dragged into a demon bar-to Spikes hilarity and her seemingly endless suffering. Things with hairy horns and extra eyes were out to play in full tonight and Buffy kept mentally checking her stowed stakes. She thought about Giles taking in the sights here, breaking out dusty texts classifying whatchamacallit monsters and who's it type creatures. She definitely shouldn't be here.

Where driving Gets me to is insanity; It releases the human Id far better than Sex or drugs or Rock and Roll. Never had I wanted to watch A stranger burn within the wreckage of a Saturn’s plutonic inferno until he cut me off On Lincoln. The tedium of traffic makes it all the worse As brooding amplifies annoyance while I Clutch the wheel like his throat

B had stopped and was looking at the puddle. It was 2 tanks wide and a tank long in front of us. “Should we?” he asked, like I had any say. I shrugged and replied, “I dunno, it’s up to you.” Honestly, I would not in a thousand years have gone through it, but technically the Jeep was his to do what he would with. He had this look on his face as if he was making this life altering decision (and he was) but not thinking of the possible consequences (which he was not). So… forward he went. The Jeep stepped down, not like a stair, nor did it fall off an edge or roll into the water or by any other means of forward motion. It was as if it moved forward and the ground gave way equally, balanced on all four corners. Like an elevator that slips just

It's been years since I have seen him. I try my hardest to remember his body. All that comes to mind is his dirty blonde hair, big brown eyes, broad shoulders and a smile that could melt any heart. Tyler Emmert was no ordinary guy to me. In my eyes, Tyler was a man no one could understand, he had a past that made him who he is. I once fell in love with him. Everyone was confused, how can a smart, caring, sweet girl steal the heart of a rebel, a person who runs from things with feeling. Some people say opposites attract but I say it's the souls that longs for eachother rather than looks or personality. Loving him felt like destiny, like it was meant to be. One day things were perfect the next day he woke up and decided to disappear. All traces of Tyler were gone. No phone number, no address to find him. Our love was truly and utterly over. I

I enjoyed the feeling of the hammock gently swaying back and forth,delighting in it’s motion, lulling me into a profound sense of relaxation. Above me, blue skies, and the occasional cloud shaped like an elephant floats overhead. Palm trees rustle in the occasional cool breeze that gently swirls around, cooling the skin the sun is successfully bronzing. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough of a breeze to keep cool. In fact, it’s so hot, it’s hard to breathe, and I have to fight for every inhalation. I feel like a boa constrictor is coiled around me while the cloud elephant has taken form and is resting over my torso impeding every breath. Underneath this menagerie, I’m slick and saturated from my body trying to cool itself. Finally, when the discomfort had become too much, I struggled to free myself from the oppression of the weighted heat. I push and pull trying to get up, but there is no movement. I try to move my legs but cannot lift them. I breathe heavily and gasp for more of the cool air circling me, but it is not enough. I try to ask for help…

In England, it is almost always raining. That’s why it came as no surprise when it was announced our PE class would be held inside today. It didn’t stop us from being disappointed, though. Our disappointment quickly disappeared, however, when it was revealed what we would play instead. Only every school’s favorite sport: dodgeball. Children scattered across the gym, latching onto their friends in hopes of getting put on the same team. I looked around and quickly found who I was looking for. His name was Derek. He was one of the strongest kids in the class and he was pretty good at sports. If he was on your team, you usually had a pretty good chance at winning. I was aiming to win, so it made sense when I asked if he wanted to be on a team